This sentiment is echoed by the poet , who saw in the storm a kind of frantic agriculture:
— Voltaire (Paraphrased)
McCarthy’s rain is relentless and impersonal—a static, gray force that erodes hope. Similarly, ’s Charles Dickens understood the theatrical terror of a storm. When a character is about to meet a watery doom, Dickens doesn’t just describe the rain; he orchestrates it: